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Being A Twin: Personal Narrative
It would be amazing to have a twin. We would be able to do almost everything with each other. We would be in the same grade so we could do homework together, especially if I am having trouble. It would also be more fun to play with someone your own age so I wouldn’t have to always play my little sisters games all the time. If I was going to go my little sister’s soccer game, I would not have to be fatigued because we could go to the park and play with each other. Being a twin would just be perfect.
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